Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy,

To the father of two daughters, content to wander shopping malls in every province and state, to listen to conversations about waxing and sit through dance recitals and basketball games alike. To the man who raised two strong and independent (feminist!) women.


To the one who used to eat Cheesewiz on toast with me at 5am. Who made fish sticks and fries for dinner after skating lessons. Who talked to me endless as a baby, the reason I started speaking full sentences before 2. Whose specialties are hockey puck muffins and Shakey Chicken. Who, 22 years later, still makes me a sandwich for lunch but now hands me a coffee on my way out the door instead of a juice.


To the guy who drove me to Syracuse, Erie and Rochester countless times so I could spend the week with my best friend. Who took us on road trips, dealt with carsickness in Florida, Ohio, North Carolina and countless other places.

To the man who gave me his eyes - the bright blue, but also the ability to see far, and to notice and examine things. To the man who gave me words - the writer, the poet who told me stories and read me books, let me dream and sparked that yearning to put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard. To the reason I know every Beatles song, the reason I love music with every ounce of myself.


To my first boss. Who dealt with all of my stupid mistakes, who gave me my first chance to do something with myself. Who taught me how to load film, print film, talk to customers, use photoshop and most importantly how to take photos, who put a camera in my little hands as soon as I could hold it and let me discover it.

To one of the smartest people I know, who always has answers and insight, who knows a bit about everything. To a person who hasn’t had it easy, who taught me to persevere. Who taught me that you are what you make of yourself, no more and no less. Who taught me to put 150% into everything I do, not for others but for my own self respect. To your ceaseless determination, and the strength I take from that.

For all of this and so much more, Daddy, Happy Father’s Day.


I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my Daddy you’ll be,*


P.S. I love you but I’m not giving you my iPod Touch for Father’s Day. Sorry.


*From the Robert Munsch book he read us over and over when we were little, pictured above!


  • By Dad, June 21, 2009 @ 10:25 am

    It’s easy when you have kids that you not only love (you have to do that), but actually like and respect.
    ps. a real hockey puck moment.

  • By omega, June 21, 2009 @ 12:44 pm

    Thank goodness I saw your post, nearly forgot to wish my dad.

  • By Faebala, June 21, 2009 @ 4:07 pm

    So sweet. Happy father’s day to your dad! Who’s basically a dad to me too, hehe.

  • By Sebastian, June 21, 2009 @ 8:11 pm

    Christ, you don’t half look similar :)

  • By Kitty, June 21, 2009 @ 8:34 pm

    That was beautiful. Any father would be proud to have you.

    Also I didn’t know you had this fabulous blog–now I know, and because I’m so terrible at facebook communication, I must stalk it. Congratulations on Newcastle!

  • By Court, June 22, 2009 @ 10:18 am

    Hmm, reading this at work my not have been the best idea (due to eye watering). Amazing post!

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